This is a song about "Missing a close one"

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Make sure to give them my all

Must be something you want me to see

Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami

No wander ya skills missing a slight.

He got hit up that same night

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

If you don't understand you'll be missing out, what a tragedy

Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y'all

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

With a melody of missing you heavily

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see