This is a song about "Make me"

Told me to make a wager.

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Baby curvy curvy make me come early

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

I wanna get with you

 but that would make me who,

Murders make me nauseous,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Kicks new, my denim, raw

And they still make me cry,

So y'all niggas can fly