This is a song about "Musical theater"

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Musical shots at your head,

You could say i'm friends with fred

And i just want to hold her

I'm a musical street fighter

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

A musical, influential, defender

Regardless to all them, i appease her