This is a song about "Hit and miss"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Hit and miss these fake crips

All green nigga pick six

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

But suicide is fucked up and there's people that will miss you/