This is a song about "I miss those eyes"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I miss my cable tv

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

What we gotta do to survive

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Oh i miss you to much

Oh i miss you to much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

I also come with shut eyes

Sky high, iced out paradise

Now you speaking my language

God i miss her so much

I need a backyard full court size

You are a god in those eyes