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

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

How do you have the nerve to call me weak, yet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

You better get with the times

When i get my hands on nines

Kick back and know yo son set

But he you ain't smoked yet

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Pay you to talk yet you make no fucking sense

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

She'll always be missed, her and her smilish charm

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I hated goin' home. i just missed you so much.