This is a song about "Bomb squad"

The squad on lock no key

Than the muse of a family

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

My mom, it was the bomb,

That's word to my mom

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Just say he's the best

Strap the bomb to my chest

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But overtime goes the bomb