This is a song about "Ballistic missiles"

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I'm doing shit i never might of did

I'm gonna go ballistic!

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

All you wanna do is get that stick

So down to earth it's just ballistic

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

As she goes through the levels

Its raining lyrical missiles

But my words became missiles and then i bombed it/

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that