This is a song about "Bomb"

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I got a bomb ready to blow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

That's word to my mom

I'm setting off the bomb

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

But i wanted to explode like a ticking time bomb

You're uncool like my mother kin

Strong petition to bomb this mission