This is a song about "Unlimited fuse"

Reading shit my critics say

With unlimited leeway

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

That's lucifer, y'all getting fucked-up, then he's blowing his fuse,

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Your fuse was too short, your way too fragile

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Gana, but this shit won't fuse me.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Nigga it's unlimited, i'm aiming while you're screaming bitch

To be trusted with, 'cuz if we bust then and we blow the fuse,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth