This is a song about "Make"

Life has put her to the test

Make the mother fucker melt

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

There’s money to make

J. cole runnin' late

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Guess what they got a choice to make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate