This is a song about "Make"

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Way too much right here is at stake

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

So is dr. j and moses malone

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Make the mother fucker melt

And i ain't never left

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

But when we scrap you gon make

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Make like a tree and leave