This is a song about "Radio shack"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Preaching to the choir though

Hear me on the radio

Turnin up that radio

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves