This is a song about "Make"

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music