This is a song about "The bombing of hiroshima"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

For the man of the hour

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Ha, running rebel on another level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Return of the king of flow

I hit the studio

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Don’t you be holding back, your love

The one who em talks of