This is a song about "Miss"

So bow down to the miss.

It's a beautiful bliss

Fearing imma miss my chance

For setting up traps

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

The giant number who miss you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Took my heart away from money

Your raps would just miss me

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.