This is a song about "Make"

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Stored in his mind to make,

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense