This is a song about "Miss coombs"

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

See i let my nigga split that

No swing and a miss shit,

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

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I miss my cable tv

The giant number who miss you

When i get to warwick avenue

Kissy kissy did you miss me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free