This is a song about "Hit and miss"

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

But suicide is fucked up and there's people that will miss you/

I don't wanna die, i miss my wife and my daughter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit