This is a song about "Lies radio tractors"

Stop tellin yourself lies

I need a backyard full court size

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Or on the radio, i was ticked off, angry, rightfully maybe so,

Others hide behind lies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Never break, took a break though

Turnin up that radio

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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