This is a song about "Old music"

You make elevator music

I like to call that a quick flip

That's when you know you doing shit

...i make beautiful music,

I make elevating music

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Mc's get taken to school with this music

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'm on my own shit

Hard to make it in music/

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Then those bitches who grew old.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned