This is a song about "Cuban missile crisis"

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

I can teach you all the sounds of love

From this identity crisis.......

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

From this identity crisis.......

Here i go again, falling in love