This is a song about "Missile"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm