This is a song about "Make"

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

Yeah this new town cannot make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Guess what they got a choice to make

New york, va, dc, get paid

There’s money to make

But when we scrap you gon make

What is it gonna take

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Let em marinate, you forever late