This is a song about "Make"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Stop it if you scared

Make the mother fucker melt

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Yeah this new town cannot make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Stored in his mind to make,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight