This is a song about "I hate miss coombs"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I miss my cable tv

I miss ya... cuz your here no more,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

If i died would u miss me?

Oh i miss you to much

I ain't gone judge

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I really remember and miss all those times

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

When that money calls i holla back

I miss the times when i was glad

When i click clack i will never miss

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches