This is a song about "Blasting rap"

You know, work that

They told me i can't rap

I don't know how to rap,

She was wet off the bat

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

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

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

So here i am at the store for some chips

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets