This is a song about "Missed you"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Hoping to be lucky next time cause this battle you already lost it, missed it

She'll always be missed, her and her smilish charm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Feelin' those things that i missed

I am just an artist

And you ain't gotta go to war

What you missed on so make it quick cause for

I was born to do the damn thing

All the time i missed in rapping

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

You missed it and we flipped it already

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

If i missed you, ill start nuking you with a few missiles