This is a song about "Miss independent"

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Fuck fame, fuck money

Your raps would just miss me

Man but this ain't no sign language

God i miss her so much

You ain't working hard as this

What does "bully" mean to you miss?