This is a song about "Make"

Now a nigga got baking to bake

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

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Guess what they got a choice to make

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And i ain't never left

Make the mother fucker melt

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Low income no bills getting paid