This is a song about "I miss you but fuck you"

But i still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Oh i miss you to much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Don't fuck around and make it true

I think its safe to say i miss you,

You looking dumb i couldn't miss it

With g's in my pocket

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I dont want you to miss this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

But you're already gone and i miss you alright.

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe