This is a song about "I missed my gril"

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

My attacks have never missed

To be honest, im modest

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

All the time i missed in rapping

Feelin' those things that i missed

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

And i wonder if ill be missed when i pass away

She sit up at her desk on perez all day