This is a song about "Blasting rap"

It's all good, finna dog that

They told me i can't rap

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

I was born to do the damn thing

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

By blasting up theme parks

You haters put up your guards

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Can't win with a passive attack