This is a song about "Blowing up"

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Blowing up like i'm boston

They like talk to em young

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

Its busting blowing up your desires

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I'm blowing up like a martyr that's / using the spark attached to the fuse