This is a song about "Waves team"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

That's the way, you can move it baby

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

A dopehead with a couple doses, of moses waves so somatic

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

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

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Im so good i need no tag team