This is a song about "Ballistic missiles"

How dictators stopping missiles sent me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

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

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

So down to earth it's just ballistic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

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

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

Its raining lyrical missiles

As she goes through the levels