This is a song about "Make"

Of course they all hate

There’s money to make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense