This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

But when we scrap you gon make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Make the mother fucker melt

Carol city or was it the west

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Cause tears falling down make me ache

There’s money to make

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Playin with fire is a danger zone