This is a song about "Nigga on blast"

I'ma put their ass on blast when they treated my mom like trash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

I'm the nigga on the back street

For the low that nine cheap

Shit, he'll put you on blast, have you collaspsed and in the past

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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