This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Give me dome, then let me skate

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

My flow is a razor's edge chico

Hear me on the radio

On the radio, that's my favorite song

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,