This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

If i die before i wake

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Guess what they got a choice to make

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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