This is a song about "Stereo"

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

And i was no longer able to hear my songs on the stereo

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,