This is a song about "Make"

Guess what they got a choice to make

Way too much right here is at stake

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Lights please, lights please

Make like a tree and leave

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz