This is a song about "Make"

They fasting they won't leave me ate

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

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music