This is a song about "Running bomb"

Fuck the bible i'll drop a bomb

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

The world seems strange at times

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Go pop some pills or something

I'm on the run, keep running

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Relevance has got me running

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm