This is a song about "Trumpet"

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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