This is a song about "Man people sunglasses music eyewear"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Knowing when its over blastin music

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I make elevating music

You just dont seem to understand music

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And california on that jerk shit

Mc's get taken to school with this music

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Hard to make it in music/

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang