This is a song about "Radio"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Make your parents change the radio station

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Or on the radio, i was ticked off, angry, rightfully maybe so,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Turn on the radio all i hear is

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row