This is a song about "Ballistic missiles"

If i missed you, ill start nuking you with a few missiles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Still got my nike boots

They shoot missiles and nukes

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

So down to earth it's just ballistic

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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