This is a song about "Music festival toilets"

...i make beautiful music,

Could be applied to this shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

The master of this rap shit

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

I got my drink, i got my music

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I shit on niggas so much i'm jdot or josh dukies on toilets

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Oh, you wanna play music monopoly?

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Making dollar bills out of music

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You make elevator music