This is a song about "Make her say"

Got tired of running from the police

Make her toes curl, then she scream melodies

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Save some, save none at the same time

I cant seem to make her mine

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

And say, might make, some hit

I had to fight back and shit

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Choke her make her bleed she's week tilt her head you know it's compete

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say