This is a song about "Music and love"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Music is done without love but is done for the money

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

But i dwelt on it, listende to music and blocked it out,

Music and writing were my only friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

So i fuckin' listen to music and doodle

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Magic city a lil bit of change

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Music and i fuse it,

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit