This is a song about "Radio shack"

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Turn off the radio

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

Twista finna get up on the track

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Traded living 20 feet from the bodega 'n' chicken shack for aluminum siding

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

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Turn on the radio all i hear is