This is a song about "Bomb"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

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

But overtime goes the bomb

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Give up, it's done, i already drop the nuclear bomb

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

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

Before we see it's hard to live

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

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

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