This is a song about "Miss hamilton"

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

So bow down to the miss.

How can i portray this

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Hit and miss these fake crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

For setting up traps

Fearing imma miss my chance