This is a song about "Make me yours"

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Kicks new, my denim, raw

But you make me open up

Well, um, there's a but

My raps is better then yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Still doesn’t make sense to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Turn up that music

That they make me fucking sick

Make an idiot outta me

While i'm making history