This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

But it seems like a scene outta flick

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Guess what they got a choice to make

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made