This is a song about "Make"

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

Yeah this new town cannot make

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

And every new sacrifice that i make

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music