This is a song about "Swing music"

Music is money, money isn't music

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Got the passion for the music

I just wanna make music,

Then play you all my latest shit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

You make elevator music

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing