This is a song about "Surround"

I drowned the penetration but still found myself set to surround generation

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

They calling me often to offer me walls

I'll surround you with words, attack you with metaphors,

Now am bouncing out surround sound

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I'll surround you with words, attack you with metaphors,

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes