This is a song about "Make"

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

I know what it take

Yeah this new town cannot make

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Guess i'm self made

There’s money to make