This is a song about "Make"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Yeah this new town cannot make

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Stored in his mind to make,

Of course they all hate

Make like a tree and leave

Steal your love with ease

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Make the mother fucker melt

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick