This is a song about "They miss me"

One shot, i won't miss, let me get straight into this

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Give me strength, i pray to god, i swear that i still miss the lord,

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I miss your hand, give me one chance