This is a song about "Dynamite"

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I'd blow you up like dynamite, i'm diamond like

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Blow this game the fuck up like dynamite,

I heard that statistic i almost cried