This is a song about "Blaster dark"

Or let us all live in the dark

The vacancy that sat in my heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I talk to myself in the dark

After dark, one more to chalk

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Than a ghetto blaster

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I be on my dark liquor

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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