This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Be thankfull for every breath you make

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