This is a song about "Legion of boom"

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

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Put it to my temple and go. *boom*

With every boom boom clap in it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

If your man want to bet

Boom! now that she is dead

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

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

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?