This is a song about "Radio 95"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Im turnt up like a radio

Kill the radio, till i gotta win a grammy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though