This is a song about "Make"

I'm dreaming to be great

There’s money to make

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

They say them colors must be fake

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Guess what they got a choice to make

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

And every new sacrifice that i make

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

But when we scrap you gon make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid