This is a song about "They miss mr"

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Higher power where these verses from

Love will have you stuck

Mr. right's running up,

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

You be tapping like a mr

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,