This is a song about "Make"

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But when we scrap you gon make

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Make like a tree and leave

But in the meantime it's lights please

There’s money to make

Redbox flow and i do not date

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass