This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

I can tell you that this tape

And every new sacrifice that i make

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

See my hands start to shake

But when we scrap you gon make

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

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

They say them colors must be fake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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