This is a song about "Cherry bombs"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

And all women who had light features, see

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Set off alarms with them bombs,

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,