This is a song about "A grenade"

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Any thing to say a a a a a a

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

It's a yes or a no

I hit the studio

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

Fuck it im done now watch as i toss this grenade into my mouth and blow open my dome,