This is a song about "Elevator"

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

On the elevator or escalator

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit