This is a song about "Ballistic missiles"

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

Ballistic acrylics altruistic missiles

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

So down to earth it's just ballistic

A military mind mean money

How dictators stopping missiles sent me

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

I'm gonna go ballistic!

Still listen to big