This is a song about "Sound waves with physics"

No silence on the gun, its no sound with it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

For the occasion, paper planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Whenever i will come with sound you will praise me

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

A dopehead with a couple doses, of moses waves so somatic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick