This is a song about "Working at music"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Music is money, money isn't music

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Working my way to the top

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Working for an nonpaying business.

It’s official, she my misses

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

Puncture her spleen. it's obscene. music supposed to make an image or at least