This is a song about "Uber l s blowing up"

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Top ranked, number one my son

Blowing up like i'm boston

Yo i'm blowing up and album's platinum box office,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I'm blowing up like a martyr that's / using the spark attached to the fuse

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/