This is a song about "Crap music"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

No car key and i mean that

Now let me hear your crap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Her mom takin that crap

You know, work that

I'mma sign that work and release that

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

But it seems like a scene outta flick

I make elevating music

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

I was ten and it sounded like crap