This is a song about "Radio shack"

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

See, it's something about commitment though

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves