This is a song about "Sounds"

Hazy sounds make it difficult to concentrate

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Everyone's talking but is just sounds like manure,

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

All you need is your passport

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

The game and making new sounds

Heystop running your mouth

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And they know its sounds crazy but maybe/

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again