This is a song about "I am a grenade"

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

I got 2 lethals and a grenade

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

This is the root of all evil

Like i am a weevil.

Yes i am creating a place for us

Niggas talk with limited service