This is a song about "Cuban missile chrisis"

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

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

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

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

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull