This is a song about "11 times yet you missed"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

If i missed you, ill start nuking you with a few missiles

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I really remember and miss all those times

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Oh have you missed me mother fuckers? oh of course you have.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.