This is a song about "Cuban missle crisis"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

From this identity crisis.......

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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