This is a song about "Grime music"

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Knowing when its over blastin music

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They slowly showin they colors

Scrapes grime off the gutters

I'mma treat you like my whip

Hard to make it in music/

You should be cautious, kid

You make elevator music

Need to grime i'm staying in line for the game not the fame

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Music is money, money isn't music