This is a song about "Missing my gran"

Now he's starting to think the screws in my head aren't lose but missing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

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

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

But he don't rule a thing

And you know i aint missing

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

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

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

When people started missing alright

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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