This is a song about "Make af"

And they still make me cry,

Keep your heads up high

And make them feel awkward

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Diary of a black girl

Make my world twist and swirl.

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

Yeah this new town cannot make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Love can make ya stupid man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Stored in his mind to make,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Criticism doesn't make him mad

When love comes callin', don’t love back