This is a song about "Miss some one"

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

We'll turn the page... but this one is darker than some...

And be the one everyone would wanna go smoke some of.

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

No one cares bout the recession, till some chairman's pension is threatened

Flow so wet quick some one give me an air dryer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for