This is a song about "Nuclear bombing"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Bombing on her like a fucking rare mortar!

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Practice nuclear fission skills ain't a given

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Let fly trigger a torpedo nuclear or a new disease

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Give up, it's done, i already drop the nuclear bomb

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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