This is a song about "Make"

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

And every new sacrifice that i make

Early adapters agree they all late

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Make the mother fucker melt

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash