This is a song about "Mislead and miss understood"

My words are a #death #note, dont be mislead

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I miss when we use to lay and get frisky

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And by team i mean fam, 'cuz i miss them the most,

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Hit and miss these fake crips

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Find some new bitches, they understood