This is a song about "Make"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Guess what they got a choice to make

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Make like a tree and leave

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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