This is a song about "Blasting icp"

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I'm blasting off like a rocket ship acknowledge him

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

By blasting up theme parks

Finish line with the tire marks

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Insult me? i'm blasting with an air force onslaught in your face

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Cos i can take the punches and convert them to a way of blasting you away