This is a song about "Make"

Guess what they got a choice to make

J. cole runnin' late

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Make like a tree and leave

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip