This is a song about "Make"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Guess what they got a choice to make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

What is it gonna take

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Be thankfull for every breath you make