This is a song about "Missing somine"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Ain't got started i am the link that is missing

Ill be missing on the dawn

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Hit it til your make up missing

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Everyday bless the several people missing.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Debatable. no debate when you turn up missing.

2 weeks later you show up missing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

With a melody of missing you heavily

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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