This is a song about "Make"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Make the mother fucker melt

Hold my tears i tried my best

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach