This is a song about "Miss her"

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Fearing imma miss my chance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

So bow down to the miss.

So it's nothing to finish

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I miss my cable tv