This is a song about "In the music"

Messages in music - critical to me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

Super magic, abracadabra kid

In the back cranking music so damn loud

And tell me why would we just think about

Here i am once again in my home town,where the music is loud

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Music can't cheat on me, it's the one relation i put faith in,