This is a song about "I miss your love"

I miss my cable tv

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Oh i miss you to much

Your raps would just miss me

Lets come up to my city

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

So please don't go i love u n i miss u so much

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Your love in my chest, why was i thinking this way?

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

God i miss her so much

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,