This is a song about "Writing music"

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Music is money, money isn't music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Writing rhymes is a fetish

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Knowing when its over blastin music

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Got a sign on my dick

...i make beautiful music,