This is a song about "Make"

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And every new sacrifice that i make

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit