This is a song about "Gettting high writing music"

...i make beautiful music,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

Super magic, abracadabra kid

This a lil change trick

Hard to make it in music/

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No guys, i won't stop what i'm writing.

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I make elevating music, you make elevator music