This is a song about "Make"

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

There’s money to make

Make like a tree and leave

Got her going down, no teeth

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

We got young people's lives at stake

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Make the mother fucker melt

Stop it if you scared