This is a song about "Ballistic"

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I'm gonna go ballistic!

Ambition is still very big

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

So down to earth it's just ballistic

I never crack i got that chap stick

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best