This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Guess what they got a choice to make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

And every new sacrifice that i make

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Be thankfull for every breath you make