This is a song about "Cuban missile"

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Cause my whole life's been simple, want the shit to blow like a missile

Missile to a nuke either way i'm bound to blow up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me