This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

Im washin off another plate

Stored in his mind to make,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Redbox flow and i do not date

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

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

There’s money to make

See my hands start to shake