This is a song about "Miss what we had"

Dismissive like we miss the principle of being a good citizen.

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Had a lot of em but i miss the ones with you the most,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

She going to borrow some money

We still miss your company

We would miss the motivation that those days would take from us

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous