This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

Preaching to the choir though

Turn off the radio

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Make your parents change the radio station

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

So ray j went straight to the radio station

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

They say them colors must be fake

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

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

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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