This is a song about "Oppression in music"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Messages in music - critical to me

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Hard to make it in music/

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

I'm in back writing music while drinking sprite

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Gain experience the oppression of one

Inspiration in the game music during nights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

In the back cranking music so damn loud