This is a song about "Bomb"

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

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

The bomb is can bwe you is

She dont have a problem with, with

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

But overtime goes the bomb

I’m way harder than the concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Plant the bomb like petunia

My all gold rolly or the

When you took my hand up so calm

I'm setting off the bomb

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

There's a bomb on board, hotshot, pop quiz:

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb