This is a song about "The bullshit radio"

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

So ray j went straight to radio station the very next day

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

You're the boss of bullshit

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue