This is a song about "Just make mon"

That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

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

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I just wanna make music,

Just to corrupt it, and make it nefarious

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Just tryna make my voice heard

They call me say, word

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Cat is doin' what he know just to make doe