This is a song about "Missed connections"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Its not about getting connections,

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I hated goin' home. i just missed you so much.

Trying to give them light and a message

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

Damn, i missed the cypher

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

What you missed on so make it quick cause for

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war