This is a song about "I miss the conversations"

The first kiss, man how i miss that bliss,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I miss the sixpack i had, now i turn iron into gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I never miss everytime i pitch

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Everyday that i miss you it brings back the woe.

Yeah, i guess there's been too many conversations i've overheard,

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And by team i mean fam, 'cuz i miss them the most,

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

The system ruined my life/ by telling countless lies/ how did i miss this , my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die