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

Go crazy when she hear music

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

Man explode his medulla, leave em soaking up oozing,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

As long as we're cooperating with god

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,