This is a song about "Love miss you bad end"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But in the end you niggas will either love me or slay me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

But whats a mac attack, if the target you miss?

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through