This is a song about "Make"

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Make like a tree and leave

And all my childhood memories

Redbox flow and i do not date

Guess what they got a choice to make

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

There’s money to make

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love