This is a song about "Miss my hommies"

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

What to do, i would miss the simile on you face, cause thats my favorite place,

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I don't wanna die, i miss my wife and my daughter

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

When i click clack i will never miss

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

On my phone miss havin you around

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The system ruined my life/ by telling countless lies/ how did i miss this , my

So bow down to the miss.

Proves that ignorance is bliss