This is a song about "Miss chant"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

So bow down to the miss.

Watch me fuck all these bitches

I miss my cable tv

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Or let the mob handle that

No swing and a miss shit,

Fearing imma miss my chance

She do it with no hands

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

What does "bully" mean to you miss?

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match