This is a song about "A meter"

I'm a pro your a minor,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Got him rinsed, sink, sinking in by the meter/

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You're a pussy not a cat

Pocket racked up all big faces

Spit a poem or a diss

Pushing in my mama van

You're a disaster a sham,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Given a velocity and a direction

Our history that they stole, africa

All of a sudden i feel a pang a