This is a song about "Being in the music"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Got the passion for the music

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Hard to make it in music/

Another love song about shit