This is a song about "Make"

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

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

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

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Low income no bills getting paid

Be thankfull for every breath you make

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Guess what they got a choice to make

They fasting they won't leave me ate