This is a song about "Boom boom"

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

They like talk to em young

I go boom loud like a siren

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Boom! now that she is dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Run to my room, put the boom in the bag then jump out the window

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw