This is a song about "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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

The way i make the bombs drop is gonna render you defenseless

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box