This is a song about "Make"

She self made, i'm self made

There’s money to make

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

But when we scrap you gon make

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

Yeah this new town cannot make

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made