This is a song about "Blast rhymes all day"

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

When spitting all of these rhymes

Wale they call me tiger stripes

We used to stay there all day

We've gon so far astray

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

And all you kids know it, i'll blast on ya

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Grab all the test tubes, the best tools, compressin' joules 'til they blast off

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

In all my classes, i be just writing rhymes