This is a song about "Healing of music"

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Healing hip-hop's sickness, they call me penicillin/

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

Music is money, money isn't music

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit