This is a song about "Make"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Be thankfull for every breath you make

If i die before i wake

Yeah this new town cannot make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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