This is a song about "Make"

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

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

And every new sacrifice that i make

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

What is it gonna take

Stored in his mind to make,

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

But when we scrap you gon make