Gucci Mane and Nicki Minaj both posted an image of themselves posted up three weeks back, and it turns out the two were in the midst of making beautiful music together, specifically “Make Love,” the first single from Gucci Mane’s upcoming album Drop Top Wizop.
It’s ironic that the song is called “Make Love” because Mane and Minaj had a falling out in 2013 when Mane claimed on Twitter he had sex with her. Minaj fired back in a radio interview in which called the then bloated Mane the “East Atlanta Santa,” adding that he was in need of an intervention (which turned out to be true).
With Minaj’s Mane beef behind her, some are speculating the single includes bars that are a response to Remy Ma‘s verses on Phresher’s “Wait A Minute” remix, which appeared to include shots at Minaj, a charge Remy repeatedly has stated is untrue.
Looking at her lyrics, one could say Minaj’s verse “One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where?” lines up very nicely with the lackluster performance of Remy’s 2006 debut album, There’s Something About Remy: Based on a True Story, and her platinum single “All The Way Up.”
Side note: Minaj sounds good on “Make Love.” Her flow is more kicked back than usual, but brimming with unbothered confidence.
Remy and Minaj may say otherwise, but it seems clear they’re taking little jabs at each other, which is fine, that’s what rappers do. It just feels a bit forced and inauthentic at this point. They’re both from New York, but it’s a very big city and other than Remy’s brief interaction with Minaj’s ex Safaree in November 2016, the two rappers occupy very separate lanes.
Check out Minaj’s “Make Love” bars below (via Genius), along with the audio.
Ay yo, ain’t talkin’ housewives, but I’m in the Porsche
First I’ma scorch her, then I’ma torch her
Then I’ma torture her, then I’ma off her
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya
‘Cause now it’s fuck ya, intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I’m a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
I don’t see her
Bitch I’m the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I’m the iPhone, you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous, bitch it’s so clear
Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon’ be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain’t eatin’ but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like, “Dawg, how that bum ass taste?”
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)
Hahaha, ahhhhh
I took two bars off just to laugh
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
S, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test
“Make Love” single art
Reunited
