This is a song about "Hit and miss"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

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

Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

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

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

I miss when we use to lay and get frisky

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,