This is a song about "New music"

I don’t care where ya are

Your music in the car

Get the zippo and spark the shit

I just wanna make music,

You should of learned before writing music

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Music is money, money isn't music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Making dollar bills out of music

It's new years, cheers, bump up the music

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

New passions, enemies new fashion

You're uncool like my mother kin

Do you hear the music, probably start a new rhythm nation

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