This is a song about "Bomb squad"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

If i bomb on saturday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When you took my hand up so calm

Fuck the bible i'll drop a bomb

Plant the bomb like petunia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Strap the bomb to my chest

Just say he's the best

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love