This is a song about "Blasting icp"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

By blasting up theme parks

I got these tats all on my arms

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

A dragon blasting collapsing the foundation of your palace

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Everywhere it was hell like sound .....the pieces of human bodies were all around

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

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns