This is a song about "Make"

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Guess what they got a choice to make

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

Yeah this new town cannot make

New york, va, dc, get paid

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

The kings get killed very least overthrown

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex