This is a song about "Make"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Or maybe the right choice you'd make