This is a song about "Make"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Guess what they got a choice to make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends