This is a song about "School is bomb"

No tats dey for my arm

My mom, it was the bomb,

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

That bomb blew up cause my hand is a clicker."

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

This bomb is ticking quickly through these lines inside of me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Only good part of the school day is to

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

With it, my life is cocked, its like i'm armed with a timer bomb.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm