This is a song about "Headphones"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

I could never wait to get new headphones and wear it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Headphones keeping loners in check/

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I'll leave a mic and some headphones with her dead bones then i'll head home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Ain't no women at the shows

U cant get louderthan headphones

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Simply fucking hate everything, blare this shit in headphones,

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion