This is a song about "Make"

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Now a nigga got baking to bake

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Make like a tree and leave

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Nigga i ain't never scared

Make the mother fucker melt

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic