This is a song about "Make"

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Guess what they got a choice to make