This is a song about "Make"

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

If i should die before i wake

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

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

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

And every new sacrifice that i make

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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