This is a song about "Life it s da bomb"

You, you, you have to pay for that

You based your life off of 50's shit

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Rap pad i'll be on it i'm hotter than a comet the rap i'll bomb it

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Pay dues like a hair salon

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

You see that's all it takes for you pussys to blow up like a bomb

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

Know i keep it clean lemme tell u sumtin . im da only

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see