This is a song about "Miss coleman"

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Oh i miss you to much

Dc has never seen such progress

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Uppity bitches, handling business

When i click clack i will never miss

They vaguely decipher my language

I never miss everytime i pitch

Your raps would just miss me

Than the muse of a family

Like hoes down in magic city

Kissy kissy did you miss me

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

My talent should take me places i've never been