This is a song about "Instrumentals"

Let's have a toast for this new love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Break you down like instrumentals

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

Rappin tappin on the left button clickin n clickin on instrumentals and beats,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

I'm most prone to taking mighty strides on instrumentals

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Mental instrumentals/ lost like paint poured over the pavement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk