This is a song about "Miss my uncle"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

I miss my cable tv

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

If you feel it, it must be real just

Or you just might miss my wink

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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