This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

When the club gets played

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Guess what they got a choice to make

But when we scrap you gon make

All dem niggas gonna hate

And every new sacrifice that i make

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Hold my tears i tried my best

Make the mother fucker melt