This is a song about "Hit and miss"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I miss when we use to lay and get frisky

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Redemption comes with accepted and wishes the miss well

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Look inside my closet

No swing and a miss shit,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I really remember and miss all those times

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold