This is a song about "Make"

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

I'm dreaming to be great

There’s money to make

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick