This is a song about "Fuk radio"

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Im turnt up like a radio

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Turnin up that radio

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Turn off the radio