This is a song about "Make"

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And i ain't never left

Make the mother fucker melt

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Make it a war, ima make it my own,