This is a song about "Bombing houses"

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

I put these poems all in these songs

Moving houses for supposed whores

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Bombing on her like a fucking rare mortar!

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth