This is a song about "Rushons misses"

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

If no one misses you can it really be called tragic?

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Undressing your misses i switch with evil vision

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will