This is a song about "The bombing of hiroshima"

To the voice of the oblivion,

Carolina where i made it from

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

See these lights got me on another level

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

For the man of the hour

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

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