This is a song about "Dropping bombs"

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Set off alarms with them bombs,

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

So i'm dropping fire solely on junction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin