This is a song about "Miss my hommies"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

On my phone miss havin you around

Half your body laying on my chest

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

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