This is a song about "Make"

Stored in his mind to make,

Im washin off another plate

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick