This is a song about "Missile"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring