This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And every new sacrifice that i make

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I know what it take

Stored in his mind to make,

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech