This is a song about "Healing of music"

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

I’m a plunger in the brew of this music shit_through with it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Broken my heart, cant see it healing

About the way i'm feeling

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story