This is a song about "Make"

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

But when we scrap you gon make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Got her going down, no teeth

Make like a tree and leave

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

If i die before i wake