This is a song about "Make"

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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