This is a song about "Make dosh"

Stored in his mind to make,

I feel good, i look great

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Just to make it famous

And men'll chase love

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Did my rap make you mad?

When love comes callin', don’t love back

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick