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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Why does it have to be him that is gone?

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Won't run out anytime soon

Put it to my temple and go. *boom*

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Why is it so hard to get some recognition?

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

People call me black but i think it is whack

Give us this day, our daily bread

Boom! now that she is dead