This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Make like a tree and leave

They say them colors must be fake

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends