This is a song about "Sound"

// [you can sound the alarm]

Tats no dey for my arm

Now it might sound cocky

I'm going back to cali

To come and change my life around

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Now am bouncing out surround sound

No reason to be around

Everytime you come around

And i drove off, didnt make a sound

Doppler, effect is distortion of the sound

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now it might sound cocky