This is a song about "Bombing houses"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

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

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

We getting money, you can face the facts

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

And i need you to show me love

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper