This is a song about "Yeezy bombs"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news