This is a song about "Make"

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And every new sacrifice that i make

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

See my hands start to shake

Guess what they got a choice to make

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense