This is a song about "Easy music"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

You make elevator music

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

I get jealous easy

I’m tryna be low key

They tell me to take it easy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Hard to make it in music/

Rack, rack city shit

Must be something you want me to see

Growing up in the streets was easy

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

You a lady boss, now you fly free

They say life for me ain't comin easy,