This is a song about "Why is it call sonic boom"

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Why is it when i play the blame game

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

If it wasn't then why would i say life is

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Put it to my temple and go. *boom*

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Why is it so silent, i got the mind of a tyrant/

Boom it hit the head headshot,guess im a little dreamy but its okay to die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon