This is a song about "Grenades"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

With grenades your flow is old school my flow is up to date, like a slut.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

You could date grenades still wouldn't go with a bang