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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Be thankfull for every breath you make

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing