This is a song about "You will miss me"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

Walk that body, talk that body

Kissy kissy did you miss me

Whenever i will come with sound you will praise me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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

But you will have me anticipating

You know that love is a very serious thing