This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

Way too much right here is at stake

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

We can make more, make babies

Make like a tree and leave

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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