This is a song about "Bombing houses"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Hostile when bombing posses like kamikazes, he's positive,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute