This is a song about "Sound of"

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Occupiers fled to the sound of a car purr, all stirrin' up a blizzard

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Now do i sound insane?! i probably do, but i'm taking control of this rap games public domain!

To the sound of you being gagged and bound

Cause everytime you come around

The time that they were alive with the sound of music.

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano