This is a song about "I meet this from hawaii"

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

I produce heat, it's hard from you to meet my peek,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

I hope we meet again.

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

The world seems strange at times

I wake up from this paradise

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I wanna get away from this place i do