This is a song about "Make a"

Why you call me back? don't lie

Scenes make a grown man cry

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Cant even make a profit

We can make more, make babies

You can't even make a breeze

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

I'm a man, i'mma make a new plan

Make a choice its very simple

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech