This is a song about "Make"

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Be thankfull for every breath you make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Yeah this new town cannot make

They fasting they won't leave me ate