This is a song about "Hit and miss"

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I really remember and miss all those times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

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

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,