This is a song about "Being at na meeting"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

I ain't being dramatic these feelings are automatic you don't know until you go at it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

Like people meeting people online,

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,