This is a song about "The bombing of hiroshima"

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And what i done just ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

But we still real brothers

Shaved of the face of the earth

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

For the man of the hour

When life gets sour know i still devour