This is a song about "Hit and miss"

When you spill out hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

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

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

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

I miss when we use to lay and get frisky

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

It's all good, finna dog that

And say, might make, some hit

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

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

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Taking a shit and taking a hit,