This is a song about "Ole miss"

Fearing imma miss my chance

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

God i miss her so much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I miss my cable tv

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

So bow down to the miss.

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Kissy kissy did you miss me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see