This is a song about "Blow up allah"

Shawty you about to fuckin catch fire and blow up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Coroners comfort your mama

Who praise me like allah

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

And blow myself up makin everyone a causality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Blow this game the fuck up like dynamite,