This is a song about "Blasting icp"

Gtg ttyl time for bed icp liger brainfucked you in the head

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Look at this girl her names miley we all used to call her smiley, now sutty is tossed around,

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down