This is a song about "Radio"

Radio playing songs until i came across i used to love h.e.r i was frozen

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

So tell me who is to blame, maybe the news or the radio

Turnin up that radio

Get rough with me, that night flow

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Make your parents change the radio station

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

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Then now i would go play at shows and be hard on the radio,

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs