This is a song about "Bombing houses"

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Bombing on her like a fucking rare mortar!

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

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

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

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

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