This is a song about "Make"

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Guess what they got a choice to make

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

There’s money to make

I'm dreaming to be great

If i die before i wake

Yeah this new town cannot make

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

Make the mother fucker melt

Might as well get it off yo’ chest