This is a song about "Radio active"

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Make your parents change the radio station

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Though independently active, somehow they act in synch,

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

No, just put us on death row

Im turnt up like a radio

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio