This is a song about "Ambient music"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Just to let you know, you are

Your music in the car

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Making dollar bills out of music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Back up on my fly shit

Got the passion for the music

Killing these niggas off quick

You make elevator music

You just dont seem to understand music

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I got my drink, i got my music

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit