This is a song about "Missing your boy"

And getting money is the song i sing

Hit it til your make up missing

Boy you will get your ass kicked

I promise to keep it honest

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy

Before i knock your ass right out boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

The wrong drink, the right work

Your boy like it was bond tailored.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column