This is a song about "Cuban missle crisis"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

From this identity crisis.......

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

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

We be in the party like we own that bar

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

In a rise from my crisis

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

From this identity crisis.......

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook