This is a song about "Trumpet"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

So let the trumpet sound, let’s make some noise so they hear it,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

A baby's born, trumpet sounds, jesus in the manger laid,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,