This is a song about "New world music"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And im guessing that a new world order is the next step creation

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

...i make beautiful music,

Lets go to a new, brand world and say goodbye

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Bow down to the elite 'cuz the satanic new world order is here,

Welcome son to the new world

We left em a world that's cursed