This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

Cause tears falling down make me ache

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Make the mother fucker melt

Stop it if you scared

Guess what they got a choice to make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking