This is a song about "Make"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Be thankfull for every breath you make

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

If i die before i wake

There’s money to make

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