This is a song about "Im a grenade"

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Maybe im drinker, maybe im a smoker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Im on a paper chase

And pray for better days

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade