This is a song about "Make"

And every new sacrifice that i make

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I feel good, i look great

There’s money to make

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Redbox flow and i do not date

Niggas in the street scared

Make the mother fucker melt

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

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

If i die before i wake

But when we scrap you gon make