This is a song about "Radio hoe"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

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

We buy out stores till its all too gone

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Turn off the radio

Look how the buzz will grow

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

You fuck around and get killed hoe

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Bored of the shooters