M.M.O. - Blowing Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
A 15 year old boy called ammunition , with a big ambition , and an intuition
He doesn't really like school cause he doesn't listens
And he doesn't give a shit , like he loves pissing
But you can't bring him down by a fuckin grade
You can tell by the scrapes in his denim

(Verse 2)
This hostile youth needs to see a therapist
Gets pissed off , now other peoples scared and shit
So he hides his emotions , he just tries to bury it
But if you saw into his mind you would see some scary shit
He very closed but the same time he's always open
Just waiting for a fucker to slit his throaght then

(Verse 3)
He likes girls , money , and motherfuckin weed
But he can't get any girls , money or fuckin weed
His life's a contradiction I know you fuckers listening
I know the beat is cold as fuck but please fucking listen
Because every time he opens his mouth and these words come out , it seems that noone gets it

(Verse 4)
No true friends cause he's always shuffling
Mother is a soldier and he knows she's always hustling
He doesn't give 2 shits to what you say I means nothing , to him because the thoughts in his head are rustling
Back in forth like a frog in the grass you can tell by the gash in his ass that he doesn't give a shit
(Verse 5)
He's going crazy cause he feels that no one fuckin listens
Parents aren't together so he feels like there is something missing
A serious side of him , that no one ever fuckin see's
If his mother heard him rap than she would probably fuckin heave
And if he can't have rap then he would fuckin leave , packing bags and shit

(Verse 6 )
A wise man one said if it itches scratch it
So you mean that if I get mad grab a ratchet
Go to school with a matic let it fuckin happen
But thats not me , and I don't even have the balls to have it
And you cannot grasp it , the idea going through my fuckin brain like traffic

(Verse 7)
He can't be a kanye or Jay-Z
And for that it seems like everybody fuckin hates me
When something go's wrong then everybody seems to blame he
But he is fuckin wild so they know they cannot tame the
His aim 3 ,]
But his lanes different
Everyone that he hears rap is the same different
But this lames different

(Verse 8 )
He doesn't give a fuck about a trend setter
Hears the shit that signed people put out and he knows he's better
Kid with his own style snap back red sweater
The game is a bitch but his focus is to go and get her
Maybe he should write a letter maybe he should blow and sweat her
Even though he's knowing knowngly that he's getting better

(Verse 9)
This little fuck isn't very popular
People always challenge but many dont top with him
Wants to make a song but they know he doesn't pop with them
Just like the fags who said he couldn't like pop and them
He loves violence but he doesn't have a gun to pop on them
Reload

(Verse 10 )
He's smart for his age a spark on his page
That page from that spark from his age just start up his rage
He's try his hardest to gauge The anger from inside of him
Got a bit better in spittoon now people riding him
He's want to kill em all even if its suicide and then
He just posidens them