This is a song about "A meter"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

My dick size, half of a meter

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

A store that dosen't get a

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Do you a need a donation

Yup you got a lot a

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

What up girl, tell me how you been

Influences are a dime a dozen

No money for the meter when i'm parkin' em

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then