This is a song about "Swing music"

You make elevator music

Y'all similes is literal shit

Hard to make it in music/

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No swing and a miss shit,

It ain't like that

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Scene set with me on the swing sets

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done