This is a song about "Music therapy"

You probably think i need therapy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

...i make beautiful music,

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

But i remain the good kid

Got the passion for the music

Music is money, money isn't music

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see