This is a song about "Make"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Be thankfull for every breath you make

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home