This is a song about "I miss"

So y'all can cope n' touch

Oh i miss you to much

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I ain't gonna lie some rappers come close but they still miss....

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Man but this ain't no sign language

Oh i miss you to much

God i miss her so much

Lv on my luggage

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

I really remember and miss all those times

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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