This is a song about "Musical repeats"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

A musical, influential, defender

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I'm unusually musical when i'm thinking of you,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Let my success be a lesson for those with a musical obsession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention