This is a song about "A grenade"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Might fuck around, throw a grenade

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

You ever made a grenade and watched blood as it spills?

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

And i'll toss you a grenade instead of that trick or treat garbage

A bunch a singers and sinners

You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners

They claim it as their own, africa

A store that dosen't get a

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

But it was africa the continent we all came from