This is a song about "Make"

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Early adapters agree they all late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Guess what they got a choice to make

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Make the mother fucker melt

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick