This is a song about "Make"

Low income no bills getting paid

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

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Stored in his mind to make,

Make the mother fucker melt

Just say he's the best

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

We got young people's lives at stake

There’s money to make