This is a song about "Missile"

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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