This is a song about "Being in the music"

Your music in the car

Hope my city is not too far

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Can't seem to find a solid ground

In the back cranking music so damn loud

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

Just for me being weird in the past/

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Id just lose it in the music and take the beat and abuse it