This is a song about "Radio waves"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

All i want is you baby

Im turnt up like a radio

Although thought that we would grow

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Turnin up that radio

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope