This is a song about "I miss home"

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

I ain't gonna lie some rappers come close but they still miss....

I really remember and miss all those times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

You looking dumb i couldn't miss it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

I dont want you to miss this

Niggas shoot over bitches