This is a song about "Noise"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

This homeboy isn't destroyed, his life just contains a lot of noise.

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

I went to school with the white boys

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise...

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Make some noise, can't forget about lexie.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Or hearing the noise of ammo