This is a song about "Miss gaskin"

I know what you do with that

No swing and a miss shit,

I miss my cable tv

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

God i miss her so much

Lv on my luggage

Heystop running your mouth

Miss you more with no bounce

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Hit and miss these fake crips

These chalance give me balance

But five years from now i bet she see

I miss my cable tv

I sit and reminisce

So bow down to the miss.