This is a song about "Music pop"

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Making dollar bills out of music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Got the passion for the music

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

You make elevator music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit