This is a song about "Miss my king"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

I'm the king of the jungle, beating on my chest like king kong

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

I miss my cable tv

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Gotta get paid in case i miss my blessing

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

She do it with no hands

Fearing imma miss my chance