This is a song about "Make"

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Stored in his mind to make,

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But when we scrap you gon make

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach