This is a song about "The bombing of hiroshima"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm killin it! my hand's the detonator to rhyme bombing.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Return of the king of flow

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Spotting the brain performing lyrical dive-bombing raids, raining heavy reign