This is a song about "Make"

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

There’s money to make

Guess i'm self made

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

I make elevating music, you make elevator music