This is a song about "Make"

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

J. cole runnin' late

Guess what they got a choice to make

Early adapters agree they all late

And every new sacrifice that i make

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

If i die before i wake

Stored in his mind to make,

Yeah this new town cannot make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid