This is a song about "Drop bombs"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

I seem calm but still i'll drop bombs, nothing to be reckoned with,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,