This is a song about "New sound"

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

The fourth one, i like to kick around

All my other people that dance around

You couldn't possibly comprehend the raw sound

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

These rappers look and sound alike

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Now am bouncing out surround sound

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I drive that all around

Laying it down playing ma sound