This is a song about "Make"

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Im washin off another plate

Make the mother fucker melt

Bout time i got my respect

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Yeah this new town cannot make

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Stored in his mind to make,

They say them colors must be fake