This is a song about "Bad music"

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

...i make beautiful music,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Knowing when its over blastin music

I just wanna make music,

Like he back that shit

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Great music comes in twos

Its cold as shit in this booth

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Music is money, money isn't music

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

I got my drink, i got my music

I make elevating music

You be on that stalker shit