This is a song about "Love and missing someone"

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Someone murdered the track and ive been primely suspected

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And all i pray is someone know what i mean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Blood drippin they beefin and dissin they claiming but they all missing the point/

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck