This is a song about "Make"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense