This is a song about "Missing my ex"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

Something's missing piece of my mind repositioned, i speak but no one listens

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

While on this beat my hearts not missing a beat its cohesive

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

The shit that you're spittin's diminished, and now missing like my virginity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

There must be some part of my brain missing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/