This is a song about "Music in memphis"

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

You just working with the scraps you was given

My mind collapsed in and this music i am trapped in

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I like listening to music in the week.

Great music comes in twos

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Spewing truth in my music, nobody’s knowing my name,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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