This is a song about "Make"

There’s money to make

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Rideright back to the movies

Make like a tree and leave