This is a song about "Micro waves"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

And this may shrink you until you're micro

And this will be the song that we sing

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

She can finally rest in peace, as she waves her hands