This is a song about "Old music"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Big shit popping, i'm the man

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Hard to make it in music/

Making dollar bills out of music

My shit was submarine like, under ship

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Mc's get taken to school with this music