This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

See my hands start to shake

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

There’s money to make

Stored in his mind to make,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Guess what they got a choice to make

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Nigga i ain't never scared

Make the mother fucker melt