This is a song about "I miss home"

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I dont want you to miss this

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nostalgic epileptic yeah bitch i miss fits

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

I never miss everytime i pitch

Casuse girl i miss what we were

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

If i don't make that man there dance

I miss your hand, give me one chance

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Scanner on my dresser, i work at home