This is a song about "I miss her"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I miss my cable tv

I miss the times when i was glad

She always comin back

I miss my cable tv

But make sure if they do see

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Now you speaking my language

Oh i miss you to much

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

If i know any better you'll miss her for sure

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

When i click clack i will never miss