This is a song about "Make"

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Yeah this new town cannot make

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

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

There’s money to make

See my hands start to shake

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate