This is a song about "Bomb"

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

My mom, it was the bomb,

New message from mom

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

The bomb is can bwe you is

It's a beautiful bliss

I just black out and explode like a bomb

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

They say we living in troubled times

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

No tats dey for my arm

But overtime goes the bomb