This is a song about "Hit and miss"

Hit and miss these fake crips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I really remember and miss all those times

And say, might make, some hit

I'm on my uk shit