This is a song about "Music is our esacpe"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

... that our existence is troubled

Six ladders stacked together's what my music is as high as

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Music is my motivation it teaches me patience

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Magic city tipping them

Music is the freedom

Music is money, money isn't music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And critics hate 'em 'cuz they know that his music is clever,

You can end this verse premature

I hope this music is a cure

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

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