This is a song about "Make"

When the club gets played

There’s money to make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Guess what they got a choice to make

Early adapters agree they all late

And every new sacrifice that i make

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

But when we scrap you gon make

Now a nigga got baking to bake

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around