This is a song about "Make"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

But when we scrap you gon make

If i die before i wake

I'm dreaming to be great

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float