This is a song about "Fuse"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

It's that day, excuse to abuse, no rules, lit fuse, fools

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it

Cause i found a hella way to fuse it

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

'cause i found a hella way to fuse it

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I haven't a clue what you were tryin' to do, but it wasn't to fuse music

One day i might strike ya ass when i blow the fuse,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Music and i fuse it,

Get the zippo and spark the shit