This is a song about "Make"

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Stored in his mind to make,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And every new sacrifice that i make

Make like a tree and leave

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last