This is a song about "Missile"

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

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

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

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

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

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

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