This is a song about "I miss us"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

With a little bit of passion

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We would miss the motivation that those days would take from us

I miss the times when i was glad

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I really remember and miss all those times

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

I dont want you to miss this