This is a song about "Missile"

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes