This is a song about "Make"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

There’s money to make

J. cole runnin' late

Stored in his mind to make,

What is it gonna take

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope