This is a song about "Hit and miss"

I really remember and miss all those times

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

I'll tell you baby that we're through

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

But you're already gone and i miss you alright.

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind