This is a song about "Ballistic missiles"

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

How dictators stopping missiles sent me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

I'm gonna go ballistic!

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Amen, they say you only live once

Its raining lyrical missiles