This is a song about "Grenade"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

You ever made a grenade and watched blood as it spills?

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'll blast this fake / if the missiles strayed / i'll pop'em with my hand grenade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Fuck it im done now watch as i toss this grenade into my mouth and blow open my dome,