This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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