This is a song about "Neapolitan dynamite"

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

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

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

But i'm ready to ignite, like a flame to dynamite

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Fuck your dynamite my shit is just straight explosive

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

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

I'd blow you up like dynamite, i'm diamond like