This is a song about "Miss hamilton"

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I never miss everytime i pitch

Nas told me life's a bitch

And if i do go you better come through

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

Spending her time with him i guess

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

Oh i miss you to much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

Kissy kissy did you miss me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget