This is a song about "Hit and miss"

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

And by team i mean fam, 'cuz i miss them the most,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Taking a shit and taking a hit,