This is a song about "Hit and miss"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Hit or miss, but truth is, i'm on-point accurate,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I really remember and miss all those times

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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/

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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