This is a song about "Best radio"

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Then now i would go play at shows and be hard on the radio,

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Turn off the radio

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

And that right there's the proof that i'd get the radio active

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Make your parents change the radio station