This is a song about "Make"

Make the mother fucker melt

I practiced till that shit made perfect

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Better than college, after that, students home

There’s money to make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic