This is a song about "Make"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

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

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

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

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float