This is a song about "Missed"

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I stick to the script, now i think i missed a scene

I missed my audition, girl just give me a listen.

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Oh have you missed me mother fuckers? oh of course you have.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The real muscle in the message of that

And dissin' the bitches, cause ya missed the cat's shit.