This is a song about "Blastin"

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

While blastin' the slim shady

All i want is you baby

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Me and my friend blastin' off

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Liquor n pills dont fuse look at me now im amused blastin tunes

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Puttin' bitches in coma's cause of my finger blastin'

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire