This is a song about "Make"

Low income no bills getting paid

But when we scrap you gon make

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

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

Redbox flow and i do not date

Be thankfull for every breath you make

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