This is a song about "Cuban missile"

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

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

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look