This is a song about "Postwar boom"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

But the postwar margin of happiness is less than the rate of adoption

I went to school with the white boys

Look...i stay with loud call it boom in noise

Boom! run up on a nigga wit the dope lyrics.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Put it to my temple and go. *boom*

Won't run out anytime soon

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

Run to my room, put the boom in the bag then jump out the window

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears

There's nothin' like where i come from

I go boom loud like a siren