This is a song about "Make"

Make like a tree and leave

Lights please, lights please

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

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

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

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Im washin off another plate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make