This is a song about "Ballistic"

So down to earth it's just ballistic

So get up off that slave ship

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

So down to earth it's just ballistic

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

So down to earth it's just ballistic

So if they better than the kid

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my