This is a song about "Kinds of wave"

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

But once i get the mic it's like i get all kinds of vicious

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I got a massive wave like a crusade

Until then i'll keep surfin this wave

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I just write that right by a mic stand

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Wave at my opportunities while they're passing away,

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

My city's culture to the game now in existence

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I got the kind of face that all kinds of beautiful women adore