This is a song about "I m bomb"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I said i got my ass beat

I got a bomb ready to blow

People love hodgy i hate you though

Our history that they stole, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I'm fucking awesome like nagasaki i dropped the bomb

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I just black out and explode like a bomb