This is a song about "Make"

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

And every new sacrifice that i make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

They fasting they won't leave me ate

But when we scrap you gon make

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Guess what they got a choice to make

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Niggas in the street scared

Make the mother fucker melt

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music