This is a song about "She makes me"

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

It makes me unresponsive, talent squanderin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

She makes me smile and makes sun shine it's a bright world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

It makes me such a hypocrite

To fulfill what makes me shine

Break it down one time

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame