This is a song about "Different waves"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Same shit different day with a different bitch

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

The good kid from the ugly city

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

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

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Watch as the queen waves so happily, as i casually