This is a song about "Make"

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

And every new sacrifice that i make

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music