This is a song about "Make"

Guess what they got a choice to make

Early adapters agree they all late

Make the mother fucker melt

Your new man got my respect

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Stored in his mind to make,

Redbox flow and i do not date

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

You know that love is a very serious thing