This is a song about "F bombs"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

No not kanye but i drop the bombs

Heard the sound of several gun shots

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

These joints here not found at the mall

Atomic bombs i drop on y'all,

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Fucking each others moms

Set off alarms with them bombs,

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies