This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Give me dome, then let me skate

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So ray j went straight to the radio station

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Turn off the radio