This is a song about "Blasting"

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

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

We blasting off like a team of rockets

You should be cautious, kid

Blasting into the distance, rocket.