This is a song about "Make"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Or maybe the right choice you'd make