This is a song about "Bomb"

But overtime goes the bomb

That's word to my mom

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Then put it into sex drive

Suddenly, their occurred a bomb blast........

I'll get to em when i land

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Plant the bomb like petunia

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

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