This is a song about "Healing of music"

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Another love song about shit

Making dollar bills out of music

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

Broken my heart, cant see it healing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the