This is a song about "Sound and vibrations"

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

After he just got out, 15 years to count

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I advise you to hide and not make a sound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

Beat up from the feet up and it won't sound that precocious.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

While rhyming and yet this sound so damn defining,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

You sound surprised, analyzed and criticized, despised

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though