This is a song about "Make"

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

If i should die before i wake

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Guess what they got a choice to make