This is a song about "I m bout to blow up"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Shawty you about to fuckin catch fire and blow up

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Move to europe, ah fuck it, blow it up,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Im good thats understood, i blow up like chernobyl.

I turned into something they never became

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it