This is a song about "Make"

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

But when we scrap you gon make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

They say them colors must be fake

Stored in his mind to make,

Make the mother fucker melt

Now move a little bit to the left

Way too much right here is at stake

Yeah this new town cannot make

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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