This is a song about "Make buckets"

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Stored in his mind to make,

We both had dreams of being great

Hustling tryna make this p

Fuck fame, fuck money

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

But i apologize for not walking you around

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing