This is a song about "Miss shamarae"

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

And i like the hoes that need passion

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Oh i miss you to much

Hit and miss these fake crips

They bringing me fish and chips

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

I miss my cable tv

Hopin' that my niggas see

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

No swing and a miss shit,

God i miss her so much

I created this image

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.