Listen to the single:

Verse
To me its kinda funny how this whole record industry changed
cuz music was once for the upper level thinking of your brain
but somehow the top of the charts don’t change
its get money, do drugs break a b**** everyday
You see the perfect puzzle for the man on the grind
Stay true, sell out, or just be left behind
Cuz through a repetition are we stuck in our ways
And being scared to change, has got us sounding the same
With the constant dumbing down in the ghetto for poetry
You forgot the sudlety in your voice for the floetry
Anyway, could you wack n***** push it up a degree
cuz all the outside like f****** Oompa Loompas to me

Pre chorus
I’m saying one shot two shot
hit them with the party rock, make them lose they mind. make them dance until they can’t stop
Give into the crowd give them gummy bears and soda pop and feed them nonstop cuz

Chorus
Tell me what you’d do if you spent your life grinding for the check I’m saying
Tell me would you lose your whole soul for that money and respect.
Im saying, you don’t want to be no Oompa Loompa no
They want you to do, what you do, just like all the niggas do, I’m saying

Verse
If you took a real hard, internal look at yourself
you would understand why, your records sit on the Shelf
Its cause you think that ur smart
And you dont need the help
now that you figured out that violence on records gonna sell
Cuz see with street cred and a nice gold chain.
And some beats bold enough for you to just kick out they brain
u can say clown shit cause your fans are all followers and ignorance can stick to weak minds like a polymer
Like who the hell Now a days
Has style and creativity
Im not here to give back,
Just make this dough off the industry
So never trust ur eyes
Cover them if u wanna see
And if you are wise then you should listen to me.

Cause they said