This is a song about "Miss fortune"

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

This is freaking awesome

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

I never miss everytime i pitch

Forever you my bottom bitch

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Your raps would just miss me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Oh i miss you to much