This is a song about "Dispatch music"

I got my drink, i got my music

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

You make elevator music

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

You should of learned before writing music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I hope my music attracts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I just wanna make music,

Got the passion for the music

So drop the slam and let's get sick

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Mc's get taken to school with this music