This is a song about "Make"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Make the mother fucker melt

Niggas in the street scared

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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