This is a song about "Cameron bowman"

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I got great aim though, don't insult me

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

Your in my arms right next to me,

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Stop blowing up my cellphone

All on the furniture with no regards

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms