This is a song about "Dynamite"

Blow this game the fuck up like dynamite,

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

‘cuz i’m the guiding light, blowing up this game like dynamite,

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

But i'm ready to ignite, like a flame to dynamite

And so i’m rhyming tight, trying to blow this up like dynamite,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

I show you i'm rare, diamond like, and i'll blow you up like dynamite

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

And i'm indecisive when the things are light