This is a song about "Make"

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

See my hands start to shake

Guess what they got a choice to make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And every new sacrifice that i make

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

But when we scrap you gon make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone