This is a song about "Make"

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

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

There’s money to make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

At an extremly alarming rate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Im washin off another plate

But when we scrap you gon make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Low income no bills getting paid

Guess what they got a choice to make

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech