This is a song about "Make"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Of course they all hate

There’s money to make

Yeah this new town cannot make

When the club gets played

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

She self made, i'm self made

Guess what they got a choice to make

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Niggas in the street scared

Make the mother fucker melt