This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make like a tree and leave

Rideright back to the movies

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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