This is a song about "Make"

I'm dreaming to be great

But when we scrap you gon make

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

All dem niggas gonna hate

Stored in his mind to make,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

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

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

There’s money to make

New york, va, dc, get paid