This is a song about "Blow dat ass up"

Blow up and being in a position

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Yeah, we get this cabbage

We showin up, we blow the dutch

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Blow this shit up harder then landmines

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Flowing untill their lungs are blow up

A twenty somethin cup

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.