This is a song about "Make"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Guess what they got a choice to make

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

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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