This is a song about "Miss my hommies"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I miss my cable tv

Fearing imma miss my chance

If i don't make that man there dance

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

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

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Chorus: i really miss you girl, this is my struggle.

On my phone miss havin you around

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I miss you saying i love you swiftly followed by my name,