This is a song about "I miss how something can go so quik"

Now, i don't see how this hardware can be so addictive,

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling

Never agree with that message

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

This is how she want to live

So how can you bring these crimes

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Maybe this can all be something that i can escape from.

Trick trick got them passes

So bow down to the miss.