This is a song about "Bombs"

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Set off alarms with them bombs,

Mr. happy pop nice songs, i'll drop hip hop pipe bombs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Real strong spitting fire bombs

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh