This is a song about "Bombs"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just cuz i am persian they think i drop bombs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box