This is a song about "Bomb"

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

But overtime goes the bomb

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

If i bomb on saturday

But i wanted to explode like a ticking time bomb

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Plant the bomb like petunia

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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