This is a song about "Miss finly"

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I never miss everytime i pitch

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

What does "bully" mean to you miss?

And you ride with this

So bow down to the miss.

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Oh i miss you to much

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss