This is a song about "Miss coleman"

The giant number who miss you

Niggas that guided me through

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Cdg shit match my kicks

Hit and miss these fake crips

I never miss everytime i pitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Work loud, chokin', all your reefer, it's soft spoken

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

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Miss you more with no bounce