This is a song about "Make"

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Make like a tree and leave

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

And every new sacrifice that i make

But when we scrap you gon make

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Guess what they got a choice to make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

There’s money to make

If i die before i wake