This is a song about "Make"

When the club gets played

But when we scrap you gon make

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

J. cole runnin' late

Make like a tree and leave

That'll do anything that i please

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight