This is a song about "No sound"

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Of rap..no one follows me no wonder they sound like crap.i am a dissident of the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

To come and change my life around

Everytime you come around

All i here is the sound

Please motherfucker seize no sound not even a sneeze

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

No disrespect cus that lad was fucking sound,

All my other people that dance around

They can’t even come around

So i know the devil shit,that sound

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

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