This is a song about "Blast the music"

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Over me the same peeps that have died

I got the music inside

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

Your music in the car

Well, that's what you are

My drive is like no one

Music is the freedom