This is a song about "Musical repeats"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

So as i ponder in musical notes i take a wonder

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Musical shots at your head,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops