This is a song about "Make"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Guess what they got a choice to make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state