This is a song about "Fart noise"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

I'm neo in the matrix

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

I call em up, they might fall through

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

The only noise you’ll here is when i’ll take you disco

Even if i ever leave now

Fuck that noise, no way no how

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys