This is a song about "Make"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Yeah this new town cannot make

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

See my hands start to shake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach