This is a song about "Cuban missile chrisis"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,