This is a song about "Cuban missle crisis"

From this identity crisis.......

My nigga, its all love

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

In a rise from my crisis

We don't ever make love

The things they say went a little too far

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis