This is a song about "Make"

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And every new sacrifice that i make

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

New york, va, dc, get paid

Yeah this new town cannot make

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach