This is a song about "Make"

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Niggas in the street scared

Make the mother fucker melt

And all my childhood memories

Make like a tree and leave

Yeah this new town cannot make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

There’s money to make

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

Cause tears falling down make me ache

But when we scrap you gon make

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense