This is a song about "Musical thel"

Im ill, i only write raps for thel feel,

Quietly becoming a top tier

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

So as i ponder in musical notes i take a wonder

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Musical shots at your head,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

As well as this musical poetry, rap

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/