This is a song about "Composers of program music"

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Lead the human race away from a foolish place of bad music taste

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

So here's a new program where you can get yo own jam

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious