This is a song about "Make"

If i should die before i wake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Guess what they got a choice to make

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Stored in his mind to make,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Yeah this new town cannot make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,