This is a song about "Just make mon"

I just wanna make you feel happy, i wanna make you feel glad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin

When drunk i only drink beer

Lets just make that loud and clear

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Cat is doin' what he know just to make doe

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Not worth squirming you'll just make it worse