This is a song about "Hit and miss"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Better yet they work my every nerve

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha