This is a song about "Make"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Stored in his mind to make,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

At an extremly alarming rate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Guess what they got a choice to make

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus