This is a song about "Miss pearson"

Never agree with that message

God i miss her so much

Why we gotta argue

The giant number who miss you

See i let my nigga split that

No swing and a miss shit,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

But whats a mac attack, if the target you miss?

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Fearing imma miss my chance

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

And i'm a just take another guess