This is a song about "I really miss her"

If you go, you think you'll really have anybody miss you?

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I created this image

God i miss her so much

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

But i dont really love her man, i just wunna fuck her

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Oh i miss you to much

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Kbrics out the picture no ones gon' miss her,

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

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