This is a song about "Miss piggy"

Hopin' that my niggas see

I miss my cable tv

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

When i click clack i will never miss

So y'all can cope n' touch

Oh i miss you to much

No swing and a miss shit,

You, you, you have to pay for that

I never miss everytime i pitch

They vaguely decipher my language

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Miss you more with no bounce

Hundred k in twenty-two hours