This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

There’s money to make

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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

Yeah this new town cannot make