This is a song about "Cuban missle crisis"

From this identity crisis.......

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

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,

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

From this identity crisis.......