This is a song about "Love music"

10th grade, eyes red as shit

It's new years, cheers, bump up the music

“hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

That connection to music back again i love it

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

You just dont seem to understand music

...i make beautiful music,

I'mma make it rain trick

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

And my momma keep smoking that shit