This is a song about "Blast the music"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

Little light in the ass

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast

Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

And blast through the game, 'till i'm old but i'm still here,

Music is the freedom

You was hot for a season

Two white cups and i got that drank

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,