This is a song about "Blaster"

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

Not a rapper, i’m a raptor

Than a ghetto blaster

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Drastically demolish rappers im a lyrical blaster

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Tried to be a laster in a life that pain spreading faster than a blaster cancer/

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are