This is a song about "Make"

Im washin off another plate

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

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

There’s money to make

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Cause there could never be peace

Make like a tree and leave

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit