This is a song about "321 blast me to the moon"

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

See which sorry ass offends me and blast that bitch straight to hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm asinine, i'll blast the nine, my disses so mean to ya,

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast