This is a song about "Cuban missile crisis"

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

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

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

In a rise from my crisis

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat