This is a song about "Bombing houses"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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