This is a song about "Waves team"

With some bartles and james

Got energy like seismic waves

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

Your team will crash like nascar

How simple they are

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Im so good i need no tag team

Than the muse of a family

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Dream of everyone in my team.