This is a song about "Bombs killings"

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Hating my macking, they asking

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Just cuz i am persian they think i drop bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Cause this album pack enough evil

Rap killings are not remorseful

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Explode/ like atom bombs, my future drastic

Real strong spitting fire bombs

Can't see his son shine like the four tops