This is a song about "Hear the sounds"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

It sounds good, you ain't pushin' work in the projects

Competition on the court

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Double m g forever though

Hear me on the radio

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin', it's the hunger sounds,

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

And maybe they just hear somethin' that just sounds wrong,