This is a song about "Writing music"

Verse writing, hearse riding,

And my grandmother dying

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

I make elevating music

In the midst of a fire pit

You gone make me flip then split your shit

You make elevator music

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I got a big fear of flying

Making dollar bills out of music

So if they better than the kid

I just wanna make music,

If his bitch insist on getting sick