This is a song about "Cuban missile chrisis"

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

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Or you can do better on some hate shit

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

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