This is a song about "Make"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait