This is a song about "Make jouni"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Guess what they got a choice to make

All dem niggas gonna hate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And every new sacrifice that i make

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,