This is a song about "Make"

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

But when we scrap you gon make

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Guess what they got a choice to make

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Yeah this new town cannot make

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas