This is a song about "No kussing sports music"

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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

Making dollar bills out of music

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

She's cute but her forehead's big

You make elevator music

Well, don't tell me no music, cause imma go do it!

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

...i make beautiful music,

Razor grips, laser spit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit