This is a song about "Make"

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

There’s money to make

What you call hate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

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

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