This is a song about "Blowing up bananas"

I'm blowing up- kamikaze

It was just another party

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

As i enter the vicinity i'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I'm blowing up like the big bang

Like as if i didn’t know man

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Its busting blowing up your desires

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers