This is a song about "Explosions noting your hoping"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I am sitting and noting

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Just hoping that people can relate

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Hoping to get her ten digits!

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions

Hoping you don't ever come around,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Noting is different eeryting te same

Down in dallas at the all-star game

To a place where no one knows your face, hoping for better days

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face