This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

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

So tell me who is to blame, maybe the news or the radio

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So ray j went straight to the radio station

Turn off the radio

At this love thing toe to toe

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Turnin up that radio

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

You can hear me later on song-cast radio