This is a song about "Missile"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

With a note there and im thinking of reading

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