This is a song about "Make"

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Low income no bills getting paid

Stored in his mind to make,

There’s money to make

I feel good, i look great