This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

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

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

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