This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And all my childhood memories

Make like a tree and leave

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Im washin off another plate

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

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

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic