This is a song about "Miss finly"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I miss my cable tv

Cause you've done such

Oh i miss you to much

I ain't gonna lie some rappers come close but they still miss....

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Your raps would just miss me

With g's in my pocket

No swing and a miss shit,

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

The giant number who miss you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

When i click clack i will never miss

And you niggas will acknowledge this