This is a song about "Radio shack"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Make your parents change the radio station

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Turning to ground zero

Im turnt up like a radio

And that right there's the proof that i'd get the radio active

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

Bad bitches never loved them though

Turn off the radio