This is a song about "Radio 90"

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

A military mind mean money

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

After that moscato hit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

On the radio, that's my favorite song