This is a song about "Strange music"

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Got the passion for the music

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

You make elevator music

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

I'm on a strange mission

I'm wale, the prescription