This is a song about "Bomb"

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

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

Detonate one bomb already a veteran

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Paper planes, long flights

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

No tats dey for my arm

I'm setting off the bomb

Strap the bomb to my chest

Never ever pay rent

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I just black out and explode like a bomb