This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

They say them colors must be fake

What is it gonna take

Yeah this new town cannot make

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I can tell you that this tape

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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