This is a song about "Cuban missile crisis"

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

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

From this identity crisis.......

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Suffering a midlife crisis, but have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol