This is a song about "Trumpet"

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

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,

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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