This is a song about "The music"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Who life was for music and the road

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Your music in the car

Got the passion for the music

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Let the music speak when he's the dj

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Music tossed me the mic for a reason