This is a song about "Missing my pretty bird"

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

But more importantly taught me to pray

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this