This is a song about "Ghr radio"

And before the sun came up, he was gone

On the radio, that's my favorite song

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Kill the radio, till i gotta win a grammy

But seemingly believe it though

Hear me on the radio

Turn off the radio

I miss you at my recent show

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