This is a song about "Make"

Way too much right here is at stake

Stored in his mind to make,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

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

Make like a tree and leave

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Yeah this new town cannot make

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws