This is a song about "Make"

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

And every new sacrifice that i make

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Make the mother fucker melt

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest