This is a song about "Cuban missile crisis and fat hoones"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

About disaster in the world and

That!but i am ugly and fat,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

That fat ass looks juicy and round

I'mma catch you next time around

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

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

From this identity crisis.......

On the slow jam of love