This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Way to much right here is at stake

Guess what they got a choice to make

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

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Make like a tree and leave

But in the meantime it's lights please

I'm dreaming to be great

But when we scrap you gon make