This is a song about "Loud stereo"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

I went from quiet to loud

Call me whatever joe

Turn up you stereo

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I drive that all around

I like my weed real loud real loud

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,