This is a song about "Making irm music"

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

They could never understand

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

Every day was a saturday, shit

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Knowing when its over blastin music

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

About what they're not making