This is a song about "Sound"

My all gold rolly or the

Sound kinda cold nigga

I drive that all around

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Hodgy beats is like limp balm

// [you can sound the alarm]

Keep writing and develop a sound

Can't seem to find a solid ground

// [you can sound the alarm]

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

All my other people that dance around

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

Laying it down playing ma sound

After he just got out, 15 years to count