This is a song about "Music and protest"

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

So i fuckin' listen to music and doodle

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Music and writing were my only friends

Cause love is the best and i have to protest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And it’s beautiful music made by our poetic flows,