This is a song about "Nuclear meltdown"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Setting ablaze nuclear waste facilities,

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Let fly trigger a torpedo nuclear or a new disease

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

Laylow your game has improved and worsened to be honest, you're just an unpredictable person

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Practice nuclear fission skills ain't a given

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

No one can stand a man with nuclear spits and skills as earthquakes in japan

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown