This is a song about "Being in the music"

Music can't cheat on me, it's the one relation i put faith in,

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Dazed in confusion as the world shows the darkness being proven.

Young money, d-town's all star

Your music in the car

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

In the back cranking music so damn loud