This is a song about "Missing grandfather"

Hit it til your face go missing

There'd still be niggas out killing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

So they didn't know how much they were really missing.

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

There must be some part of my brain missing

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Everyone's mind is missing

What preceded was the clue

Bitch no more missing you

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

With a melody of missing you heavily

With those crazy ass people at the county building

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.