This is a song about "Blues music"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Making dollar bills out of music

You make elevator music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Got the passion for the music

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit