This is a song about "Makin love"

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Here they keep a rachet close

Reason i stuck with the sound

I'll be down here makin you proud.

Makin hella pesos

I kill shows and bag more clothes

So take the stage just show me what you got

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

With two chicks, sadistic

And thats makin me sick

Makin me scream profanity

Chillin' with homies and family

They're makin the game's rep less

Baby i’mma mess, mess