This is a song about "Composers of program music"

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

You should of learned before writing music

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Maybe one day, i can say, i'm apart of strange music, but i know thats just a lucid

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Hey baby girl what it look like

Equate to get straight with the program, wipe