This is a song about "Make"

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Stored in his mind to make,

Of course they all hate

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick