This is a song about "Sound and vibrations"

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

You jotted down cuz im around and spitting you won't make a sound

But i apologize for not walking you around

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

Everytime you come around

Keep writing and develop a sound

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

Your spouse just up and disappeared, without a single sound.

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

And i drove off, didnt make a sound

Can't seem to find a solid ground