This is a song about "Miss shields"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I'll tell you baby that we're through

The giant number who miss you

I miss my cable tv

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

When i click clack i will never miss

Fearing imma miss my chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Your raps would just miss me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hit and miss these fake crips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

No swing and a miss shit,

You ain't gon find that