This is a song about "Healing of music"

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Applause the healing while she's still dealing,

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

You should of learned before writing music

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Music and tabs of dixie land, take your luck with this rapper.

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt