This is a song about "Owning a musical empire"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Even though our rhymes are really musical poetry

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Holla out my set

Musical shots at your head,

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

We building an empire that will be remembered like camelot