This is a song about "Make"

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Got her going down, no teeth

Make like a tree and leave

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Yeah this new town cannot make

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music