This is a song about "Miss silver"

When i click clack i will never miss

And wonder how we ever came to this

I just light up and focus

What does "bully" mean to you miss?

But i like you like..like a lil bit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

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

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,