This is a song about "Make"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Make the mother fucker melt

Bout time i got my respect

Make like a tree and leave

Inferior, but i'm nice

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

There’s money to make

All dem niggas gonna hate