This is a song about "Music theory"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Hard to make it in music/

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You make elevator music

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit