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

You better get with the times

What we gotta do to survive

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

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

All you wanna do is get that stick

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I've tried it countless times yet and again

Then there are times when you just wanna give up/

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck