This is a song about "Radio amis best music"

I just wanna make music,

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Hard to make it in music/

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Turn off the radio

This summer gone be mine though

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

You can hear me later on song-cast radio