This is a song about "Make"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And every new sacrifice that i make

If i die before i wake

There’s money to make

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

We both had dreams of being great

Or maybe the right choice you'd make