This is a song about "Miss sam"

So y'all can cope n' touch

Oh i miss you to much

God i miss her so much

Lv on my luggage

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

When i click clack i will never miss

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

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss

Your raps would just miss me

And losin all his money

Miss you more with no bounce

Freakin' out all i see is clouds