This is a song about "Loving music"

Music is money, money isn't music

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Hard to make it in music/

You make elevator music

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

Which prevents a better life and so i live in a cage,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I make elevating music