This is a song about "Make"

If i die before i wake

Yeah this new town cannot make

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

There’s money to make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

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

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make