This is a song about "Explosive diarrhoea"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

On explosive and corrosive antonyms of phony

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Niggas ask whats my motive, why i'm so explosive

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Now my anger is explosive

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Fuck your dynamite my shit is just straight explosive

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Niggas ask what's my motive, why i'm so explosive/

Niggas ask whats my motive, why i'm so explosive

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live