This is a song about "Miss menguy"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

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

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

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

No swing and a miss shit,

In the midst of a fire pit

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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

So bow down to the miss.

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

I came up hungry

Your raps would just miss me

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I never miss everytime i pitch