This is a song about "Healing of music"

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

The time that they were alive with the sound of music.

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Making dollar bills out of music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

My bars are a+ my terminology is beyond ironic,i gotta

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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