This is a song about "Radio hoe"

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Now you got a masters

Turn on the radio all i hear is

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Bad bitches never loved them though

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Turn off the radio

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

The world looking out, they on the front row

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Im turnt up like a radio

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though