This is a song about "Im a grenade"

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

And yall niggas the right flow

Im turnt up like a radio

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Im on a paper chase

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

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

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

Im something like a prodigy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

Fuck it im done now watch as i toss this grenade into my mouth and blow open my dome,