This is a song about "Lowkey music"

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Music diurnal is just commercial

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I just wanna make music,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

...i make beautiful music,

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Great music comes in twos

My time with their half-witted reviews

I got my drink, i got my music

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

All you wanna do is get that stick

Knowing when its over blastin music