This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

When the club gets played

Stored in his mind to make,

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around