This is a song about "Rushons misses"

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Like i could make you my misses, this shit is ideal.

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Is there any love

Disses, on your misses

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Undressing your misses i switch with evil vision

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Throw the clips in clouded never misses lesson 6 listen or meet sorrow

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Cringin' when i listen to you spittin' disses, no hits and all misses,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

No one supported her and she surpried she even misses