This is a song about "Missed connections"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

I promise to keep it honest

My attacks have never missed

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Like a small garage in your backyard

Connections clear to me like i was facing my mortality

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Yeah i even missed her, never kissed her but i'd be there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share