This is a song about "I hate music"

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Live from the lamont's rose

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

I have all music gimmicks

Well don't fake the music, cos i hate the sound

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

I guess every bad leader needs his theme music

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

I'd hate to see this music stagnant, watch it remain the same,

It ain't like that

Music and i fuse it,

If you hate my music, then i'll hold the court and prosecute ya,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick