This is a song about "Misses"

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

If no one misses you can it really be called tragic?

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Let me make an indecent proposal

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Like i could make you my misses, this shit is ideal.

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

Disses, on your misses

I think found where your mind was

Cringin' when i listen to you spittin' disses, no hits and all misses,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Throw the clips in clouded never misses lesson 6 listen or meet sorrow