This is a song about "Make"

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

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

Are you comingto the point that your running

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

There’s money to make

If i die before i wake