This is a song about "Running bomb"

No tats dey for my arm

But overtime goes the bomb

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

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Strong petition to bomb this mission

All wale talking is ambition

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I just black out and explode like a bomb

Duck duck, say goose

Ignite the bomb short fuse,