This is a song about "Blaster"

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Drastically demolish rappers im a lyrical blaster

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Then the stars don't even matter

Than a ghetto blaster

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

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

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer