This is a song about "Bomb"

Strap the bomb to my chest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

My mom, it was the bomb,

She go say i bad like saddam

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I just black out and explode like a bomb

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

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