This is a song about "Make"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

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