This is a song about "Music in memphis"

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Inspiration in the game music during nights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Keen to do it, express thoughts so i'm seen in music,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My mind collapsed in and this music i am trapped in

Music is money, money isn't music

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I'm in back writing music while drinking sprite

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The place to start is in our music, not the economy