This is a song about "Pop music"

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Knowing when its over blastin music

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

You make elevator music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Making dollar bills out of music

You can pick the next room

Pop another volume

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I make elevating music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through