This is a song about "Writing music"

Music is money, money isn't music

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And this will be the song that we sing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hard to make it in music/

I be on some other shit