This is a song about "Make"

And i ain't never left

Make the mother fucker melt

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

There’s money to make

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

I feel good, i look great

Guess what they got a choice to make

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

At an extremly alarming rate

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