This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

She self made, i'm self made

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

New york, va, dc, get paid

Guess what they got a choice to make

There’s money to make

Guess i'm self made

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

And every new sacrifice that i make

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

And how it feels to feel that feeling