This is a song about "Grenade"

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Might fuck around, throw a grenade

I got 2 lethals and a grenade

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade