This is a song about "Cuban missile"

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

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

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

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

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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