This is a song about "Make"

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

All dem niggas gonna hate

Yeah this new town cannot make

They are not confident when im talking

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Guess what they got a choice to make

At an extremly alarming rate

Stored in his mind to make,

Im washin off another plate

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Nigga i ain't never scared

Make the mother fucker melt