This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I never crack i got that chap stick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

I don't mind if you niggas hate

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

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Make like a tree and leave

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

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