This is a song about "Make me yours"

 but that would make me who,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

That they make me fucking sick

I bet you hear that white music

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird

Like hoes down in magic city

Make an idiot outta me

That make me want to swear

Hey, you right there

Their lives are similar to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks