This is a song about "Economic boom in the 1920s"

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

We have nothing in common

When the beat drops,boom i see you run

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Look...i stay with loud call it boom in noise

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Killed you before you came out of your mothers whome boom bitch i'm here i probably

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination