This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

See my hands start to shake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Guess what they got a choice to make

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech