This is a song about "Cuban missile chrisis"

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,