This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Be thankfull for every breath you make

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Make like a tree and leave

Right flows down and they might go nice

Make the mother fucker melt

Now move a little bit to the left

At an extremly alarming rate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make