This is a song about "Nigga on blast"

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

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Confrontin every nigga on their typical bullshit

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I'm the nigga on the back street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch