This is a song about "Missed connections"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You missed it and we flipped it already

His highness signing off, rip to those who missed me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

Damn, i missed the cypher

And the food could have been finer

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I think it's up to us to tell who took a swing and then missed.

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free