This is a song about "Make"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Guess what they got a choice to make

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

If i die before i wake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make