This is a song about "Glad we met"

But im glad it didnt doe

Bad bitches get low

First time we met i felt warmth yet a shiver

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Even my haters kinda glad i'm on

Vocabulary, glad to be very, scary

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

The day we met, i cant explain the way that i felt.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I remember when we first met,

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I remember everything from the day we met too.

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you