This is a song about "Loud stereo"

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

I like my weed real loud real loud

We know we always out

Only chicken heads chicken out

All these voices are so loud

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,