This is a song about "Speakers"

I'm an audio bully, beat up your speakers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Air becomes a resistance when i connect the speakers to your mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

'cause this much thought in speakers is a rarity

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

Left to chokers and skunk smoke was coming through the speakers

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

I'm in awe from all of those features

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist