This is a song about "Make"

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And every new sacrifice that i make

Got her going down, no teeth

Make like a tree and leave

Guess what they got a choice to make

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

And i could see you coming home after work late

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick