This is a song about "Different waves"

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Forging age weathering tunes with flow's waves wetter than you.

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

She can finally rest in peace, as she waves her hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Got energy like seismic waves

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes