This is a song about "Bombing houses"

I'm killin it! my hand's the detonator to rhyme bombing.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

I think found where your mind was

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Spotting the brain performing lyrical dive-bombing raids, raining heavy reign

Moving houses for supposed whores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks