This is a song about "Music of the romantic period"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Time to make this #pussy cat #bleed, end his #period of life

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

It's new years, cheers, bump up the music

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I’m a plunger in the brew of this music shit_through with it

Of real-life material of a different time period

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt