This is a song about "Missing your boy"

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

If u dont like chicken, you don't know what your missing

Boy you will get your ass kicked

Money is most of y'all interest

Hit it til your make up missing

There'd still be niggas out killing

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cause it your boy j reality

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

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth