This is a song about "Owning a musical empire"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Receive a cult following my own empire

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

So as i ponder in musical notes i take a wonder

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Fresh off my musical debut

Would have came back for you

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Whatcha gonna go be, known for owning a benjamin?

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I'm unusually musical when i'm thinking of you,