This is a song about "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

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

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

I got 2 lethals and a grenade

She self made, i'm self made