This is a song about "Hit and miss"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

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

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

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And say, might make, some hit

I'm on my uk shit