This is a song about "Noise"

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

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

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

Fuck that noise, no way no how

Bad bitches get low right now

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

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Look...i stay with loud call it boom in noise

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

So let the trumpet sound, let’s make some noise so they hear it,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Fuck that noise, no way no how

I need to hurry up now