This is a song about "Dirty bomb"

Fuck the bible i'll drop a bomb

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Tats no dey for my arm

But overtime goes the bomb

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

She go say i bad like saddam

I'm setting off the bomb

Is what i quest

Strap the bomb to my chest