This is a song about "Make"

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Stored in his mind to make,

If i die before i wake

And every new sacrifice that i make

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Early adapters agree they all late