This is a song about "First day i met you"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Before i met you, i was a lonely book

Momma say, you making me lose pay

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

She was fifteen when i first met her, i was still young, never knew love could be so close,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

When we first met we were on that facebook shit

I work hard for everything i get

I remember when we first met,

When i met you, i knew you'd be my bro forever

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

At first i thought you were cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool