This is a song about "Missile"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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,

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Cause my whole life's been simple, want the shit to blow like a missile

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring