This is a song about "Musical thel"

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Lady at the frank stand will

If you want beef thats musical,

Im ill, i only write raps for thel feel,

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

I know the world been waiting for 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/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

So as i ponder in musical notes i take a wonder