This is a song about "Make"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

We got young people's lives at stake

But when we scrap you gon make

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Guess what they got a choice to make

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

There’s money to make

What you call hate