This is a song about "Blasting"

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

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I rap like shady, blasting it off cause i can and im crazy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm blasting off the map

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack