This is a song about "Old music"

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

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

You should of learned before writing music

These wack bitches getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

I got my drink, i got my music

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Making dollar bills out of music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Oh your friends are sick

...i make beautiful music,

Mc's get taken to school with this music

I'm back on my sixty six six shit