This is a song about "Make"

Now a nigga got baking to bake

But when we scrap you gon make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

There’s money to make

I feel good, i look great

And every new sacrifice that i make

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

If i die before i wake

Yeah this new town cannot make

Stored in his mind to make,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight