This is a song about "No kussing sports music"

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Without music i'm no hope my whole globe will explode

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

I just wanna make music,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Hard to make it in music/

So get up off that slave ship

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

You make elevator music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

...i make beautiful music,

I'm on my own shit