This is a song about "House music"

You should be cautious, kid

Hard to make it in music/

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I just wanna make music,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Alright i'm at the house.

My garage full of cars that bounce

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Killing these niggas off quick

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

...i make beautiful music,

And if i'm down with this banging shit