This is a song about "Make"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

Guess what they got a choice to make

Now a nigga got baking to bake