This is a song about "Boom clan"

Me and you just need to talk a bit

With every boom boom clap in it

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Put it to my temple and go. *boom*

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Boom! now that she is dead

Like a church in debt

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room