This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

Way to much right here is at stake

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Make the mother fucker melt

Life has put her to the test

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick