This is a song about "Rap music"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Mc's get taken to school with this music

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

And i just simply know that rap music will never be the same,

You gone make me flip then split your shit

You should of learned before writing music