This is a song about "Grenade"

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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,

I got 2 lethals and a grenade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

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,