This is a song about "Hiroshima bombing and fucking up the japs"

Spotting the brain performing lyrical dive-bombing raids, raining heavy reign/

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Worked up from the very bottom now i'm fucking g/

I'm killin it! my hand's the detonator to rhyme bombing.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

I beat the beat up and i just kicked it's fucking teeth in

The day before is better than the present

Chop her up save the good parts and fucking burn the rest