This is a song about "Make"

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Guess what they got a choice to make

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Let em marinate, you forever late

Be thankfull for every breath you make