This is a song about "Make"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

But when we scrap you gon make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

And i could see you coming home after work late

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Im washin off another plate

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

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus