This is a song about "Explode"

Man explode his medulla, leave em soaking up oozing,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Im just waitin to explode and move to the next mode

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

But i wanted to explode like a ticking time bomb

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All these thoughts in my head might explode when sliced/

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,