This is a song about "Misses"

Disses, on your misses

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

No one supported her and she surpried she even misses

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

I'm clocking three past six and going postal

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

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

Undressing your misses i switch with evil vision

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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