This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

J. cole runnin' late

Make like a tree and leave

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Guess what they got a choice to make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight