This is a song about "Atomic mass"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Till im cosigned or resigned atomic like thymine and iodine

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

The type of shit that causes mass confusion