This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

You got that indie glow

Turnin up that radio

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Turn on the radio all i hear is