This is a song about "Nuclear subs"

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

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

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Practice nuclear fission skills ain't a given

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug