This is a song about "Make"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Stored in his mind to make,

I feel good, i look great

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Yeah this new town cannot make

Im washin off another plate

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Which means she ain't never hear nothing