This is a song about "Lies radio tractors"

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

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

Sky high, iced out paradise

Others hide behind lies

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

I'm everything that they call nice

South an north hemispheres are lies

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

Preaching to the choir though

Turnin up that radio

I need a backyard full court size

Never ever will you hear lies