This is a song about "Make"

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Stop it if you scared

Make the mother fucker melt

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Guess what they got a choice to make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

But when we scrap you gon make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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