This is a song about "Radio"

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

Who real bitches check me out though

Turn off the radio

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

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

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Kill the radio, till i gotta win a grammy

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

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

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves