This is a song about "Nigga on blast"

Now standing on the podium, you understand nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

And all you kids know it, i'll blast on ya

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Nigga please ill have you on your knees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees