This is a song about "Blow it up"

When my competition ain't much

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Flowing untill their lungs are blow up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

When i blow up i’ll spit it real, these critics’ll know,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

I'm the talk of the town

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,