This is a song about "Make"

Way too much right here is at stake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

But when we scrap you gon make

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make the mother fucker melt

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Guess what they got a choice to make

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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