This is a song about "Missile"

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that