This is a song about "Blow up paddington metropolitan police station"

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Blow up and being in a position

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

'fore you come up missin' like snoop-dogg's police files.

We showin up, we blow the dutch

When my competition ain't much

As much as i wanna leave

To blow up other countries,

I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Comin' up in the rap game gonna blow up soon

Life's like a weather station,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,