This is a song about "Writing music"

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I make elevating music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Got the passion for the music

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

But instead you've put anger into writing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Knowing when its over blastin music

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

...i make beautiful music,

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

And then i started writing,

And my grandmother dying

No guys, i won't stop what i'm writing.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring