This is a song about "Sound"

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

No disrespect cus that lad was fucking sound,

Hope you enjoy this sound

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Keep writing and develop a sound

It's fresh 2 death, you know that sound

Then get out your seat and jump around

Now it might sound cocky

Smoking on a marley

Flow to flow sound to sound, my flow is hydro

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Laying it down playing ma sound