This is a song about "Miss"

So bow down to the miss.

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.

The dead society of a poet

No swing and a miss shit,

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Oh i miss you to much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I miss my cable tv

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I ain't gonna lie some rappers come close but they still miss....

God i miss her so much

I ain't gone judge