This is a song about "Make"

And every new sacrifice that i make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Way to much right here is at stake

Yeah this new town cannot make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Im washin off another plate

But when we scrap you gon make