This is a song about "Miss stewart"

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

Know it good when she go no hands

Fearing imma miss my chance

From an african american stance

I miss your hand, give me one chance

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

If i died would u miss me?

Dc, man over money

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I never miss everytime i pitch

I miss my cable tv

On they twitter writing novels, see

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

No swing and a miss shit,