This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

What is it gonna take

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Talk sharp like a razor blade

But when we scrap you gon make

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

And every new sacrifice that i make

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close