This is a song about "In the music"

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Inspiration in the game music during nights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

I got the music inside

Neither black nor white

Hard to make it in music/

If his bitch insist on getting sick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Great music comes in twos