This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

I'm dreaming to be great

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

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Early adapters agree they all late

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And every new sacrifice that i make

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach