This is a song about "A bomb"

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

And no one can tell me im wrong, cause i'll shoot the roof off like a time bomb

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

That bomb blew up cause my hand is a clicker."

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

That bomb blew up cause my hand is a clicker."

Of impactful things one can ask for

But i wanted to explode like a ticking time bomb

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

There's a bomb on board, hotshot, pop quiz:

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,