This is a song about "Make"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Yeah this new town cannot make

If i die before i wake

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

All dem niggas gonna hate

But when we scrap you gon make

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

She self made, i'm self made

Guess what they got a choice to make