This is a song about "Old music"

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Mc's get taken to school with this music

Hand to hand in the cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

You should of learned before writing music

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I got my drink, i got my music

In the midst of a fire pit

Where i from, it get cold

Since i was a day old,

Got the passion for the music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I just wanna make music,