This is a song about "Music is my escape"

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

My music is borderline insanity and of the horrocore genre,

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Like king i had a dream which is one day my music is worldwide

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Bass music was my culture, still is

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss