This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Yeah this new town cannot make

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Make the mother fucker melt

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

If i die before i wake