This is a song about "Make her say"

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I wish i could say that i never believed her/

And make her fall on her face and

But got comma’s in my statement

By god, slow grind

To make her feel alright

The shit u say doesnt make sense

And everybody's having sex

Bands will make her dance so baby go

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

Or something that you paid for

Shawty eat it make me wanna feed her

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

And tell her to make me breakfast