This is a song about "Street voice"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I could do work or rejoice with my voice,

From the back seat, back seat

G.o.n.z. running down the street

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Hook:they raise the voice again

You're voice brings me comfort,

Pulling down her skirt

If you're not happy well then let me hear your voice

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

To the voice of the oblivion,

Year round asshole, the fuck you season

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Just tryna make my voice heard

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice