This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

She self made, i'm self made

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

But when we scrap you gon make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Never ever pay rent

Make the mother fucker melt

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

If i die before i wake