This is a song about "Fuse"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Besides a bitch who woos you like a fuse, and then blew and sues!/

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We're stupid and confused, blow the fuse on the tv screen,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

Or burn a fuse and thats lights out and ill leave that option up to you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Ignite the bomb short fuse,