This is a song about "Elevator"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Ass bouncin up and down faster than a elevator

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

You make elevator music

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

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

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her