This is a song about "Make"

Make the mother fucker melt

Carol city or was it the west

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Stored in his mind to make,

What you call hate

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home