This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Way too much right here is at stake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

But when we scrap you gon make

We both had dreams of being great

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Now move a little bit to the left

Make the mother fucker melt