This is a song about "Radio shack"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

1000 dollar jeans flow

Turn off the radio

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Turn on the radio all i hear is

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio