This is a song about "Atomic theory"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

I also have a cutie to call

Atomic bombs i drop on y'all,

Please correct me, stretch marks

Destroyer of atomic bonds,

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

On a pop track, then exploded like i was atomic/