[Verse 1]
This is anti-clean rap, n***a, where the green at?
Risks I take, you'd swear I had the balls the size of beanbags
Not what you're used to, bitch, I rep the Bruiser
And the label Fools Gold, jeans with medusas
Bitches wanna scoop us, get pussy like loofahs
Y'all n***as losers, cop clothes from them boosters
Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us
So though you need a stylist, also you need a tutor
These stupid-ass n***as wouldn't know what to do
So they copy wack n***as, guess what that makes you?
The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail
'Cause they don't care about music, just first-week sales

[Chorus]
So they say you need a hit, a chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song
This my radio song

[Verse 2]
She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thing on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'ma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk
Until it's skeet-skeet on the walls and her shirt
She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, 'cause bitch, I ain't tricking
Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but bitch, I ain't Puffy
Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi
Heavy-duty Chevy, not a Bimmer, Benz or Bentley
There's no originality, carbon-copy singles
He made "Black and Yellow"? I'ma make "Black and Emo"
That's why these wack rappers, they never last long
Don't care about music, just radio songs
[Chorus]
So they say you need a hit, a chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song
This my radio song