This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Yeah this new town cannot make

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And every new sacrifice that i make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

We got young people's lives at stake