This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

When the club gets played

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Make like a tree and leave

Not likely like stay long please