This is a song about "Make"

They say them colors must be fake

Stored in his mind to make,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Guess i'm self made

There’s money to make

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass