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

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Suckins what you do best, better yet

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?

And please never disrespect my set

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I've tried it countless times yet and again

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

You're beautiful yet i made you suffer

I never use a fork i always spoon her