This is a song about "Make"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Be thankfull for every breath you make

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load