This is a song about "Fuk radio"

What the fuck what the fuk what

That shit was wack as fuck

On the radio, that's my favorite song

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

So tell me who is to blame, maybe the news or the radio

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

I compliment you with your conversation

Make your parents change the radio station

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

And i did the video for really though