This is a song about "Radio shack"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

So ray j went straight to the radio station

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

When i was starving now it's payback

You want a fuck in the shack of the back