This is a song about "Ancient music"

Ancient regimes believed in absolutism related to aryan supremacy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Hard to make it in music/

I'mma let you hang chick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

...i make beautiful music,

Oh your friends are sick

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Sending out an ancient message that my mission's only just begun

I make elevating music

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Got the passion for the music