This is a song about "Bomb"

And i'mma show you how the south was won

I just black out and explode like a bomb

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Wale they call me tiger stripes

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

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

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

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Never ever pay rent

Strap the bomb to my chest

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Trying to get back to this thing called love