This is a song about "Neapolitan dynamite"

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

And so i’m rhyming tight, trying to blow this up like dynamite,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

‘cuz i’m the guiding light, blowing up this game like dynamite,

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Blow this game the fuck up like dynamite,

The time i gave a sigh was before i exploded like dynamite

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

I show you i'm rare, diamond like, and i'll blow you up like dynamite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died