This is a song about "Make"

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Yeah this new town cannot make

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Make like a tree and leave

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

And every new sacrifice that i make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I feel good, i look great

Guess what they got a choice to make