This is a song about "Liking music"

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I just wanna make music,

She crazy, that stalker shit

Music is money, money isn't music

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

...i make beautiful music,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

She keep liking all my pictures

Sides, this i ain't liking, quit biting, me, you're no lion.

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Hard to make it in music/

Lord forbid, for the good kid