This is a song about "Bomb in your snatch"

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

No wonder why when times get hard

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

I got stacks all in my charm

I'm setting off the bomb

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

'cause they blow up in my face. "hey. whose bomb is this?"

Snatch your purse first, slurp sizzurp like serpents,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love